Short Tallied Poems
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Unkind thoughts and deeds tallied
Demerit points implicitly accrued throughout a lifetime
Belated guilt at heaven’s gate
Wordku: 5-7-5 words
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
With light of sense we see inside and outside of thoughts
differs from the light of eyes see outside only
when tallied gets the proof
When all the smoke has cleared on battles either lost or won,
the downed and damned and damaged tallied in the aftermath,
as ever, Guilt turns to Remorse when all is said and done
and leaves Regret to walk alone down consequences path.
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July 2015
After the flood
We tallied the living,
Scurried under the Earth,
And invented new prayers.
There was a hungry need
For sentiments under the sediment.
We pushed like rainbows against the dirt.
Our new songs would take
10, 20, 30 years to bloom
Upward and outward.
For what if one had life to live once more;
Would one live differently as before?
Would there yet be the thought of greater cause;
Blessings tallied, giving prayers because?
Hearts blue, skies grey, souls dimmed, pouring showers;
Beauty exists though one sees not flowers!
I've tallied my poems up
and this be milestone of poem number fifty.
So this triolet is a small victory dance
I've tallied my poems up
the love of poetry is a small romance.
My goal is 100 poems, then a published book.
I've tallied my poems up
and this be milestone of poem number fifty.
The tortoise ran his race
far, far off the pace
While the speedy hare
zoomed from here to there
Yet when they tallied up the score
the tortoise had paused to help more
folks than the hare, who went too fast
missed his chance, and came in last
The moon, luscious drop,
soothing the chaff of day.
The stars, flocks of grazing
glitters -- heavenly sheep
tallied till the dawn of
a new and hopeful morn --
Earth, making fond concentric
circles; beloved sun,
her prime and central spark --
All is right, with God’s light and dark.
Everyone wonders what is life all about
Well, it's a test will you pass it or not?
Every small action is tallied up in a Book of Hours
Will the total get you to hell's door or one of heaven's bowers
If one wonders what their final sum count might be
Looking back on their lives and it will be plain to see
My sixty-seventh March 13
Hoarse, the lion roar is fading;
the lamb sneaks up again.
Hot, another birthright tallied;
the candles are so dense.
Black, the coated wicks will smolder;
they huddle upon cake.
come to me, whom I’ve remembered;
come to me for whom I’ve ached.
©Kathryn McLoughlin Collins
March 2012
You just have a song
As in the night darkened
When a pen light that
Oh oh oh wooh a oh oh
I stand in peace
Embraced
by the enhancement
Of color tallied
Pageantry mountains
Surrounded by valleys;
My God loves me unconditionally
I stand in peace--
1/22/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr 2026
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Moon & Sun
David J Walker
Sleepless
nameless
The strangeness of life
Seamless
Dauntless
A man
A wife
And a child named
For the course of time
Yet to come
In the tallied sum
of giving
of taking
Of rethinking
Of remaking
The meaning of
Outcome
One child born to
Become
The moon
The other
The sun
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time is all we’ve got
to value this one life
to judge both mind and heart
as we cross the finish line
how this time was spent
is what we have to show
once all is said and done
when life itself is tallied
truly time is all we ever had
Published in my 24-page photo/anthology book ~THE TIME WE ARE GIVEN~ 2023
AP: 1st place 2021, Honorable Mention 2026
In 1790, the first U. S. Census
counted four million heads.
An inaccurate number,
wholly deceptive.
Women were rarely named
except those widowed.
"Free White Males" were tallied
weighing the draft.
A slave numbered 3/5 of a person.
American Indians didn’t make the count.
Fast forward 220 years:
2010 Census
Nose count, 310 million.
Absolutely everyone
made the list.
© cfa 8/2/2012.
He's our savior
a man of utmost principals
He stands up against the deep state
and speaks his mind concisely
But he has faltered
and hoarded sensitive information
Now silver bars may bind his home
for several years to come
What can we do to help
how can we save the man we love
There may be no protection against his crimes
he tallied them up so much
All we can do is watch
Watch as a giant falls
Stay forever old, with all due respect.
You're tallied up years, like trophies, collect.
Stay forever aged as the sharpest cheese.
Give samples of wisdom and expertise.
Stay forever known with greatest revere,
like your hometown's very first pioneer.
Stay forever classic as Model T.
Polish and showcase your timeless beauty.
Stay forever platinum, highlights galore.
Have a happy birthday and many more!
soft-spoken & fair woman
with much assurance to every child
her fair heart tallied with her colour
for hers was a fair pigmented skin
generous & kind to a fault
a face with ever-beaming smile
she lived one angel on this horizon
mother badaiki, loved by all
hers was a love-bound heart
when was she angry? when frowning?
’tis the hardest to say she lived for us
mother badaiki, loved by all -
& death cannot kill you, dear mother!
I fight a war
Not for nation
Or of people
No blood is spilt
No deaths are tallied
Yet I fight on
No spoil do I gain
A battle that none can win
Yet filled with the greatest pain
Millions will die for me
Many more shall bear the sorrow
Yet all will see the emptiness in me
Yes I fight a battle
That all have joined in
The greatest battle of all
No weapons are used
Yet you shall lose
The war against time
To measure up the moments
How measureless they be
‘Til toil consumes and life concludes
We notice – suddenly
That ‘twas not so immeasurable
Nor not so ponderous
But with a token patience
We could have counted all
And whether life had beckoned
And sped a firmer hand
Or whether it ease gradually
A snail upon the sand
So much had thus been granted
And yet so little still
That had we truly tallied
We'd perish – unfulfilled
They
sat on the
back porch, in
crates, destined for
market. Grandmother
carefully hand-washed &
dried each egg. When she
had tallied several dozen,
they were taken to the store
in town, which also passed
as gas station & post office.
For her, it was a bit more
than a trip to sell eggs;
it was a time to visit,
gossip & perhaps
choose a new
broom.
No book of rules guidelines incomplete
Love tastes bitter and yet so sweet
Tender strong caressing and kind
Love them and leave them far behind
Emotions devotions words from the heart
Symbols of love always the start
But tears and promises accrue in a mass
Broken and tallied the list grows so vast
Haters they hate lovers they love
Beaters they beat barehanded or gloved
Broken bones heal broken hearts grow
Scars will remain above and below
I’m trying to be positive
But deep inside my gut
A chorus filled with “not again!”
Is there to undercut.
I check the undecideds
As the numbers fluctuate
And know there’s nothing we can do
Except to sit and wait.
The country’s riven clean in half,
The red states and the blue.
We aren’t the United States,
For unity’s taboo.
We’re holding our collective breath
And clinging to our hope
That when the votes are tallied up,
The losing half can cope.
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In my life, stacked are decisions
I wish I’d taken, others that I regret.
Countless bids and invitations,
adventures I passed up,
roads that were not traveled ~
many it seems, without a thought or care.
But all in all, now that we’re here,
at times I have to wonder…
If, on the turning away,
were I given another chance,
would I not shed a tear
or fail to hesitate
so that standing here today
I might have tallied less regrets.
AP: 3rd place 2022
As summer’s hope dreamt it had caught him,
days tallied boardwalk planks one by one.
Candles became golden skies burned dim
beyond evening’s watery sun.
How I tried to help you with my friend,
but she had built a sandcastle there.
Only time and advice left to lend
on a beach came that one morning’s glare.
Another wound to scar that bled youth,
ran over before it had begun.
By the grains of chance and a tanned truth,
tides washed another watery sun.
11.25.15
Who Won (rigged) Maine?
©2012 C. Brent Cloyd
Saturday Maine voters took a poll
Romney won, but Paul camp claims he stole
One Paul leaning caucus, cancelled for snow
Helping Romney move on with MoJo.
When final votes tallied, Paul may win
But by then there’s no victory to spin
The liberty cause is disappointed
Romney hopes he appears anointed.
But the real story is Santorum
Who did not compete in this forum
Who without even spending a cent
Of the raw vote got eighteen percent.